Wenlong was lost in thought as the person behind him followed at an unhurried pace.
Trying to ambush me? It won't be that easy. He had only just slowed his steps when a piercing whistle suddenly rang out.
Five people sprang out around him. Wenlong swept them with his Divine Sense: of the six, five were Human Immortals and one was an Earth Immortal.
They've certainly invested heavily in this. He also wanted to test how far his abilities had progressed. I'll use you as my touchstones.
He drew his Treasured Sword and fixed his gaze on the masked Earth Immortal as the others surrounded him.
One of them shouted, "The head ordered us to take him alive! Don't let him escape!"
Wenlong sneered. Beat me first. As if you're worthy. He struck first, slashing straight at the masked Earth Immortal, each move catching his opponent off guard.
For a time, the Earth Immortal struggled to keep up. The others behind Wenlong closed in to attack together.
Wenlong did not even turn to look at them. Suddenly, they fell one after another, leaving the masked Earth Immortal aghast.
Here's my chance. While his opponent reeled in shock, his longsword was already upon him. The Shadowless Needles arrived even sooner, several striking his vital points.
The masked Earth Immortal slowly collapsed, unwilling to accept his fate. His eyes widened in disbelief; even in death, he could not close them.
Wenlong stepped forward and searched them all. There were none of the spell manuals he had been longing for, only some spirit crystals.
"Paupers," he muttered with a curse. Then he dragged them somewhere relatively secluded.
*Marquis House, oh, Marquis House. I was already leaving, yet you still had to provoke me. Do you really think I'm so easy to bully? I